Her hands moved to wrap around each side of his arms, not particularly in a manner of pushing him away, nor in order to pull him closer. It was just so she could make contact with him until she could decide one or the other. 
"What if Charlie comes back?" She asked him with a hint of worry in her voice. There was nothing she was afraid of more than the thought of Charlie catching them in the middle of something indecent. 
But JJ on the other hand, seemed to have no fear. "Don't worry, I'd hear him, sweetheart." He whispered. She liked when he did that, when he whispered for no reason.  There was no one else around to listen, yet he still spoke at a volume like they were in a movie theatre. She also liked when he called her sweetheart. Even still, she didn't believe him for a second. 
A shiver ran down her spine, not from feeling cold, but because of JJ's hands moving further up under her shirt. Fingertips grazed the outer aspect of her bra, and not even a cute one, as if she had any. This was uncharted territory they were approaching. She tried to lock eyes with him, but his eyes always seemed to be looking at her lips. 
"You feeling brave tonight, Maybank?" Collins questioned, a soft grin on her lips while she managed to keep her cool on the outside while her body was going into spasms on the inside. Which body system would fail first? The tissues beneath her skin as they melted under his touch, the muscle fibers in her heart as it beat wildly like there was no rhyme or reason to its pattern, or her brain as a result of all electrical signals dying out due to the absolute mind-numbing effect that the thought of JJ's eyes somehow having X-ray vision brought upon her?
"Always." 
He dipped his head down to catch her lips, pulling her into a kiss so deep her legs felt like jelly. Their bodies came so closely together, it was like they'd formed an inseparable bond. Collins felt her feet shift backwards, and JJ just took the lead, pivoting them so that her back was against the wall and she was trapped between his legs. It was mildly concerning how the sense of suffocation from the steam and the confinement between the wall and JJ felt so addicting to her. 
She ran her fingers through his hair, emitting the tiniest whimper as JJ nipped her bottom lip with his teeth before roaming to her neck and taking as much of her into his mouth like he didn't want any part of her to be neglected. It was like heaven when their bodies were aligned like this. That was the only way Collins could describe it. Only heaven could feel this dreamy. Nothing of the Earth could compare to how ethereal it felt when his lips touched hers or when his hands caressed her skin.
Collins sometimes had a hard time believing that everyone could feel this way. None of what she was experiencing was original. That's why people wrote novels, filmed movies, sang songs about what it feels like to be with someone truly special. The only thing unique about her was the fact that it was JJ she was feeling these feelings with. No one else could say that at this moment besides her. However, one could point out that this was Collins's first everything, so of course it felt good when you have nothing else to compare it to. Which only made Collins wonder, did JJ feel the way that she felt? Did her touch ignite fires in him? Did her kiss make his knees shake? Did it feel the same for him, with all the other girls he'd been with, as it did for her when he was her first?
JJ's tug on her shirt became more deliberate as he held it up halfway, exposing her torso and looking at her for permission to remove the soft barrier between them. His eyes seemed to have somehow deepened in color, the blue changed to a shade in its spectrum that Collins had never seen before. They were dark, and that was when she realized that his pupils had nearly almost doubled in size. He looked at her like he was almost begging, sending a shockwave of heat flooding across her whole entire body.